With Halloween upon us, it seems that many people out there are harbouring spooky secrets, and sharing their homes with ghostly figures, both of the friendly and unfriendly kind. Here are a few of your stories, but please keep them coming in to marketing@propertyfinder.com, or include your comments below.
Confusing incident with the frying fish
David in Scotland
My story is not so much terrifying as confusing. I don't believe in ghosts and never have done. However, I cannot explain what happened.
My wife and I live in a 300+ year old modernised cottage in what used to be a traditional fishing village in the north east of Scotland. Folk who lived here led frugal lives, totally dependant on the sea for their livelihoods. They would be entirely self-sufficient, baking their own bread and consuming a great deal of fish as there main dietary staple.
One night at about 03:00am my wife woke me to tell me that she was experiencing a strong smell of bread being baked. I made light of her observation, saying that no one in the neighbourhood would be baking bread at this hour, and we wouldn't be able to smell it through our three foot thick walls anyway. I paid a visit to the bathroom to be met by an almost overpowering smell of frying fish!
Jan has had two experiences of living in haunted houses.
Moving objects
The first flat my ex-husband and I had when we got married in the late 60's, was above an old shop in London. It had one bedroom, which had been made by dividing a large room into bedroom and lounge. Although the flat was very small and heated well as soon as you walked into the bedroom it was like a fridge - icy cold. When we used to go out things would be moved from one place to another. We tested this on several occasions. We would purposely leaving things, like a hair brush on the mantelpiece and come back to find it on the coffee table. This happened many times while we were there. Although we never felt threatened or ill at ease in the flat.
Old lady in black
A few years later, in the early 70's, my ex-husband and I lived in an old Victorian house, again made into two flats but they weren't self-contained. We had the top part of the house but had to go down two flights of stairs, through the other people's accommodation to get to the outside toilet. It had been like that for many years.
The people who lived downstairs were an elderly father who had owned the house for many years and his married daughter, her husband and two sons. The father had always rented out the top part of the house. One night while my ex-husband I were in bed, we were woken, we are not sure how, to find an old woman, dressed all in black old fashioned clothes, standing at the bottom of bed in front of the window. What was strange as well, is that around her was a illuminated, giving the room quite a bit of light although it was about 3.00am in the morning. There were no street lights near the house and it was pitch dark outside. Neither of us were able to speak or move. This was probably due to fear of the unknown. She then just faded away. We joked about in the morning saying we both had the same dream.
We initially said nothing to anyone but a few weeks later I was having coffee with the girl downstairs and jokingly told her what had happened. Immediately she asked me to describe the woman. She then said than many years ago, when she was a child and living in the house with just her parents, the flat was rented to an old woman in her 70's fitting that description. The old woman had got to the stage where she couldn't look after herself and eventually was taken into care although she did not want to go.
As this happened about 35 years before we lived in the flat, we can only presume that she had decided to revisit her old home that night. Her visit obviously satisfied her curiosity because she never visited us again.